"Here's to us two. For actually caring and doing something, not playing spin the bottle with immortals." [i]Victoria was obviously referring to.. a few of the games between the Guardians.[/i] [i]She raised the beer up before promptly chugging, though she had a certain look as if she would spit it up. Soon, she set it down, breathing in a little and letting out an[/i] "Egh.." [i]or two.[/i] "...Getting better at drinking.. right? Oh well.." [i]She would laugh a little, pressing her hand against her forehead.[/i] "Dojo's meant to.. make warriors, not make unsung heroes. Or maybe they will sing about us. The two ex-soldiers.. protecting the Dojo's denizens from evil. Not doing this for glory though.. doing this so that some little girl doesn't end up like me, nor does some little boy find himself in an army, like my father. Doing this, so that innocents don't find themselves being robbed.. or stabbed.. rаped, stolen and murdered.. I know that most would disagree. That I'm.. an idiot for playing hero. I am, yes. But I'm doing something about this shitty place. [i]We're[/i] doing something. And I'm happy that I can count on you for that."

"Yeah...I mean, look at everything that's happened here. Giant black monster who wants to destroy all life. Some people who looked more like undertrained recruits calling themselves the 'Immortals' attempting to actually threaten this place with killing innocents. Bunch of invasions that I swear some were all just a dream. This place just doesn't have enough of us, doesn't it?" She replied, taking the bottle back and drank almost the rest of the bottle. "I mean, honestly, being immortal makes you...see things. See all your friends die, see your family and life wither away from your eyes. See things that you want to unsee and are stuck living with it for eternity..." Vel had replied, standing up to Vic. "I could never live with that. Thank goodness the two of us know that." She says, raising her hand for a handshake. "I'm guessing...this is how you make friends?" She asks.

"It is.. glad to meet you, Velinnea. At any rate.. I do hope to meet again, though knowing us.. it'll likely be on the same side, against yet another conflict." [i]With that, the Sororitas would smile softly, raising her hand to grip Vel's own outstretched palm tightly, the warm ceramite plating pressed against the woman's hand.[/i] "I'll.. stay by for a bit. I have a lot of explaining to do, for whomever owns the bar.."

"Don't worry; I'd need to stay here too. Might as well use some of my credits to pay for the amount of things they'd need to restock and the like. Maybe even pay some bribes so no-one attempts to assassinate either of us considering we don't exactly know where these people came from..." Vel had told Vic, chuckling a bit. "Now..." she states, grabbing the almost empty bottle, a couple others scattered around the bar. "No one's gonna drink the rest of these things...certainly don't want them to go to waste." She picks up two other ones, passing one to Vic. "Might as well drink and wait." She says.

"Yeah, I.. I suppose." [i]Victoria smiled a little at Vel, before opening yet another bottle and attempting to drink from it. A few bottles later, and she was quiet, looking sick from the beers that she had drunk. It was probably the first time that she had ever gotten drunk, really.[/i]

This was the same with Vel, who looked like she was about to pass out. "Where are you, Vic...sounds like you about to...eat some random cockatoe wit...your bare hands." She had drunkenly told Vic, barely getting a sentence out.

"...What's a cockatoe." [i]Was all that Victoria muttered, her tone slow and almost sick, in a manner. She looked as if she would laugh a slight amount to herself, though she contained her idiocy with mere silence, before speaking up again.[/i] "Just.. w-waiting.. really."